Thirteen
“She had done this so many times before.,. Exactly thirty two steps into her room.” By Unaiza Tariq, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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Outsiders
“These privileged brats would gather around those street children, taking the photograph of the same subject from a thousand angles, as if they were in a human safari.” By Nazuk Iftikhar Rao, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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The Voice
“He stared at what was left of the dog, a flattened sack of pulpy goo, doused in blood. The dog’s button eyes stared back at him.” By Omar Gilani, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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Zayna’s Face
“They threw acid on her while she slept. I heard it got all the way down to her hands. Her flesh melted like a wax candle.” By Umamah Wajid, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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The Structure
“…if this were a movie, your life ought to flashback before your eyes, projected on the silver curtain of your consciousness.” By Asfand Waqar, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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Testimony in Sepia
“I took a photograph in which Lucy looks at me while Philip lovingly touches her young shoulder with his young nose.” By Veera Jansa, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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Selfie
“The assumption that these men were riding off to their deaths becomes more entrenched… they seem achingly innocent.” By Ahmer Naqvi, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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